User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-26538658-20150825010919/@comment-26538658-20151004200833

Boar shuffled a footpaw in the dirt for a moment, watching himself as he did so. Glancing upward at the fox, who was still standing there, he put the claymore back into it's sheath on his back. Taking the knife out from his belt, he acted as if to throw at the fox's eyes. He didn't of course and darted up a tree, evading the fox's keen eyesight.